I zipped up my pants, my eyes fixed on her naked form.She was crying, her legs cramped against her chest as if trying to protect herself from me.Her body shook with sobs, her skin pale and vulnerable.
"Get dressed," I said, my voice low and husky as...
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Swarnalekha's body felt heavy and numb as she lay on the bed, her mind racing with thoughts of her situation. She couldn't believe what was happening to her.
She was trapped, helpless, and at the mercy of a man who had the ability to do anything to her any moment.
She started to wail, her body shaking with sobs.
She cried until her eyes were dry and her throat was sore, but still, she couldn't stop.
As the night wore on,her sobs finally subsided, and she fell into a fitful sleep.
But her rest was short-lived, as she was jolted awake by the sound of footsteps outside her room.
She recognized the heavy tread, and her heart sank.
She didn't want to face him again, not after what he had done to her.
He entered the room, he was wearing a black tight-fitting full-length shirt and pants, his dark hair messy and his eyes gleaming with a mixture of desire and cruelty.
He stumbled towards her, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, his movements fluid and predatory.
She felt a surge of fear as he approached her, his eyes scanning her body.
When he saw her injuries, his expression changed, and for a moment, Swarnalekha thought she saw a glimmer of remorse.
But then, his face twisted into a snarl, and he said, "You're so beautiful, even in pain."
She squirmed away from him, but he hovered over her, taking a mouthful of wine from the bottle.
He leaned down, his face inches from hers, and pressed his lips to her injuries.
She felt a searing pain as the wine touched her wounds, and she cried out, trying to push him away.
But he held her down, his grip like a vice. "It will make them heal fast," he slurred, his breath reeking of alcohol.
His black shirt was stretched tight across his chest, and she could see the muscles rippling beneath the fabric as he moved.
She felt a wave of revulsion wash over her as his lips touched her skin.
She knew she had to get away from him, but her body felt heavy and numb, unable to move.
"I knew you'd see things my way. Now, let's get one thing straight. You're mine now. You belong to me, body and soul. And if you ever try to forget that, I'll be there to remind you."
"But don't worry," he continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'll take good care of you. I'll make sure you're fed, clothed, and entertained. As long as you do what I say, that is."
"What do you want from me?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
His smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
